The stress test was, well, stressful. I like walking, but that treadmill. My heart’s pretty damned good, which means my anxiety is driven by the brain. Not that I wanted another pill or a procedure to help knock down the panic attacks. But this reaffirms that yup, it’s all in my head.
In the past six hours I’ve developed a cough. It’s sudden and brutal, and I’m overdoing on vitamin b complex and c tonight. If I don’t work, I don’t get paid. No sick leave for me.
Still no movement on getting the ID to log in the hours. I sent an email today to complain. If it doesn’t come by end of day tomorrow, I’m going to tell the recruiter that I won’t work ‘for free’ and if it isn’t immediately fixed, I’m sitting out until it is.
At least one of the cheques arrived today. I can pay bills on Wednesday.
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